I am going back,
put my heart in a safe!
And if I ever lack,
The touch of love...
It's because I gave up searching
And got broken down,
By the cause of everything...

And every man,
And everytime,
And everything,
And always is it the same rhyme...

Accepting that I could not;
'Be loved'.
And never am I the type;
'To be the one'.

And always just;
'Go on'.
And always hearing
'Someday it will come'.

But always just be 'okay',
And left behind
And after all I say;
the me locked up inside
And a smile on my mask;

Makes the heavy it hard
And the tears it slippery,
Hiding behind my mask
And no one to see

{...Because enough is enough...}